There’s an old South Arkansas Proverb, at least my notes say
it is. I may have just made it up: “A mallard will land in a baited hole, and
ducks are way yonder smarter than people.” For some reason it came to mind this
morning while I watched it rain out the window and wondered what’s going to
happen. It’s a “free-thought” sort of day, so here goes.
This just floated to the top of my cesspool of a mind. Don’t
know why. But in his will, George Washington Parke Custis stipulated that all
the Arlington slaves belonging to his daughter should be freed upon his death
if the estate was found to be in good financial standing or within five years
otherwise. When Custis died in 1857, Robert E. Lee—the executor of the
estate—determined that the slave labor was necessary to improve Arlington's
financial status. The Arlington slaves found Lee to be a more stringent
taskmaster than his predecessor. Eleven slaves were “hired out” while others
were sent to the Pamunkey River estates. In accordance with Custis's
instructions, Lee officially freed the slaves on December 29, 1862. It seems
Lee was never quite able to understand why the slaves weren’t eager to “just do
their duty.” Hmmm.
I get tickled over this “medical marijuana” thing. I heard on
a news report last eve the list of maladies one could cite for “medical”
access. Right there with them all was this thing called “PTSD.” I just shook my
head. See, that is a self-diagnosed malady. No, really. A nationally recognized
physician-author told me once that I could drive by a building on fire and
claim cause. So we have, for all intents and purposes, legalized “herbin’
renewal” as the young folks used to call it in United States Navy of old. Oh well. Es macht nichts to me.
Wait. Must press “enter.” Oh dear. I don’t remember this
from some dream or other:
Last night I dreamed I was drinking wine with Matthew, Mark,
and Luke at a little pub called “The Chi of Galilee.” Matt and Luke were
ribbing Mark about finding this neat search engine called “Quizzer.”
Matt: Too bad you
didn’t know about it before you published your stuff.
Luke: We tried to
get you to wait for us, but … noooo!
Mark: (Sullenly)
I did okay.
Luke: (Mockingly)
“I did okay.” (Sips his wine)
Mark: Just
because I wouldn’t tell you where the white colt came from.
Matt: Want to
know the real funny thing?
Mark: What?
Matt: I was
talking to Himself, and want to hear something really interesting?
Luke: Blessed are
the rumormongers.
Matt: As soon as
we are all finished, He is taking back the computers.
Mark: Get out of
Capernaum. Non vadis.
Matt: Vadis. I heard it with mine own ears.
Luke: Taking away our computers?
Matt: Yep. Says
they ain’t coming back for 2,000 years or so.
Mark: Bummer.
Mark: Don’t tell
John about this Quizzer site.
Luke: No way. He thinks he is such a favorite. Let him figure it all out by himself.
Matt: Suits me.
By the way …
Luke: Yes?
Matt: Speaking or
His favorites. Did you read the neat stuff about Mimi?
That’s when I woke up. And you know … I’m sorry I did.
Got to go now. I’m starving all of a sudden. Oh, see a friend. Later.
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